Last week, I received an invitation from a friend, and a female friend oh (YA a bit), to attend a threesome party. In fact, before this, a friend told me she had attended a similar event, except that she was watching from the side (war observers? Oh), I knew she trusted me, so I asked if I could attend.
I didn’t expect to get a reply so soon.
Looking forward
After booking the room, I arrived on time as agreed and was watching the people downstairs from the window. It was a wonderful process, and personally I found it most enjoyable. The floor was bustling with people, and you had to watch everyone carefully, anticipating, nervous, and excited as you filtered out who you thought was most likely to be at the party.
The excitement
With the first knock on the door, the heart in your throat, are going to pop out, trembling to see the door, the guests enter. The knock on the door and for that reason stops until the fifth time it rings.
Regret
The first to enter is a couple, middle-aged, average in stature and appearance, but you can see that both are well educated.
Then entered a couple of lovers, middle-aged, otherwise average and somewhat urban.
The third entry was a single middle-aged woman with a terrible body, bad looks and bad skin, at that time I was dizzy, shit, the organizer is a pig, how even sows are invited.
The fourth entry was two women, one with fair looks and a good body, and one very ordinary.
So many people out of everyone’s expectations, the mood of anticipation, excitement instantly gone, the only thing there is suspicion and sizing each other up, the atmosphere quickly dissolved.
As expected, the situation quickly spiraled out of control, with some people shooting up and others leaving without saying goodbye.
This is the story, life is also the same, there are always so many regrets, or the old saying: “how much capacity to do much”, greedy, always will not have good results.